Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.